Hungover. It was Racer 5 IPA, a strong, hoppy beer at 7.0% Alc. I was home trying to get some work done and after half-accidentally finishing two bottles my interest shifted to music. As I went through parts of the collection and researched more, and while taking a couple phone calls, I somehow finished all the beers. I think drinking a whole 6 pack isn’t outrageous, but given the strength of the Racer 5 IPA, it definitely wasn’t a good idea. I woke up still partially dressed with an empty cup of water on my bed, phone nowhere to be found, mouth so dry I could barely open it. Gross. I’m lucky I woke up on time for work. Now that I’m here, I’m suffering. Headache and ill feeling, my vision isn’t great, and all I want to do is go back to bed. There’s one other person in the office with me today.

In the throws of beeriness I took a couple long phone calls. The first one was a general catch up and being a little buzzed made it great. The second one was shorter and included news that wasn’t great– a separation that’ll be divorce in a couple months. I was at the wedding, in 2010. Shocking, though maybe it shouldn’t be. I’ll be hanging out with him later tonight and the full story.

Onwards, may this morning go fast and may my brain return to normal soon.